Aug 22, 2005 14:46
I am sick.
I'd forgotten what it was like to be this particular form of sick, where you cough so much that you gag, with no relief from either action. Maybe that's why I am sick, my body wants to remind me that I shouldn't take breathing for granted. Thanks, Body, I get it, you can stop now.
On the cheerier side, these medicine labels are amusing me to no end, and are reproduced here for your reading pleasure.
The cough drops read as follows:
Golden Throat Lozenge
Coursing wind and clearing heat, resolving toxin and disinhibiting throat, transforming turbidity with aroma. Cure for sore swollen throat, dry and sore throat, hoarse voice caused by acute laryngopharynglitis.
I particularly like "transforming turbidity with aroma." That just tickles me somewhere deep down.
There's also a dark gooey medicine (imagine molasses) my aunt made me take, which is rather sweet has a very lovely golden box. The following is printed in red letters on the side (spelling is word for word):
Relieve cough Medicine Pear Syrup
Wei Zheng is the Minister of Tang Dynasty. His mother had a heavy cough. She feared hardship of medioine. Wei Zheng mixed pear juice into medicine. In several days Wei's mother recovered by Chinese traditional medicine. The legend spreded from then to now. pear syrup gradually becomes Shanghai famous local product.
I can totally see this as the text for a children's book. See Wei Zheng. See Wei Zheng's mother. See mother cough. Cough, mother, cough. In fact, I may turn this into a children's book and do the dang illustrations myself. I do have plenty of time...